Lithography Songtext
von Have/Hold

We are the keys turning
We are the torn asunder
We are the terrifying noise that keeps you from your slumber

We are the ants farming
Our war is never over
We are the battle criers singing so we live forever

You are the fire breathers
You are the silver spooners
You′re harping on and on and on and on

The world is ripe for us
The world is ripe for us
The world is ripe for us until we get lost in it


You are the mouth open
You are the pride of mothers
You are the nervously anticipated honest moment
You are the hearts beating
You are The Screwtape Letters
You're harping on and on and on and on

You are the sun setting
Over horizon, over
Night you are the end of the day

The world is ripe for us
The world is ripe for us
The world is ripe for us until we get lost in it
The world is ripe for us
The world is ripe for us
The world is ripe for us until we get lost in it